Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
My cock was still as hard now as it was when she’d opened the shower door earlier.
And the added slipperiness of her juices combined with mine made the next twenty-three minutes a wild and slippery ride.
When the washing machine finally stuttered to a stop, the banging jolt of the unbalanced machine finally settling, she lifted her lips from my shoulder before saying, “I think I’ll just wait on the dryer. Let’s take another shower.”
My cock was all but raw when I finally brought her into the bathroom to shower for a second time.
This time, I joined her, making sure to wash every single inch of her with a bar of soap she hadn’t seen earlier on top of the rail.
She eyed the blue soap and said, “Where was that earlier?”
I grinned as I dropped down to my knees and cleaned her pussy of my cum.
“Ouch,” she hissed. “I think you might’ve broken it.”
“Bruised, not broken,” I corrected her.
“Bruised that feels like broken.” She laughed as she got some body wash and worked it through my hair. “You know that this 3-in-1 shit is total gobshite, right?”
“Gobshite?” I asked. “What are we, in England now?”
“I watched it on a Netflix show, and it’s my new favorite curse word.” She worked her fingers into my scalp, and I closed my eyes as she used her fingernails.
“Marry me,” I said as the closest shower jet tried to drown me.
“Only if we get to Livestream it so that Audrey can create a new Facebook account so she can pretend she’s not watching.”
“What is it you have against her?” I asked as I got up and washed the suds from my hair.
“What is it I don’t have against her?” She pushed me backward. “Move back, you’re making me nervous.”
I chuckled, coming up with her in my arms, and pressed her against the shower tile.
She hissed as the jet behind her sprayed straight against her ass.
“A little bit lower, and I would be pretty clear bowel-wise for the first time in months.”
I looked into her light-brown eyes, the color of which I’d never seen before, and said, “I feel like I can never guess what’s about to come out of your mouth.”
“Just stick with me,” she teased. “There’s more.”
I leaned down and pressed my mouth to hers, then pulled away. “Finish your shower. Then tell me everything I want to know.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” She saluted me.
Why I thought that was so damn sexy, I didn’t know.
Her attitude was a weird one.
We finished up in the shower, and she was dressed in my sweats as I went in search of the clothes I’d been wearing earlier.
Only when we were both fully clothed at last did she start to talk.
“I met Audrey when Deacon Andrew, her father, first came to work with my father. Audrey’s mother wasn’t in the picture, so Audrey spent a whole lot of time with us. Only, Audrey was a fuckin’ psycho. She hated when we got attention and she didn’t, and never quite grew out of that. She slept with my high school boyfriend at prom behind the bleachers. She spent her entire teenage years making my life miserable, and when I was finally about to get the hell out of Sawtooth, she accidentally ran over me with her car.”
I blinked. “What?”
“You heard me,” she said. “I was able to dodge, mostly. But she hit my knee as I was diving out of the way. I tore every ligament you can tear in your knee. My athletic scholarship was gone in an instant, and my way out of this hellhole town.”
“What’s so bad about it?” I asked.
“I guess not much besides her and my parents.” She winced. “I…”
There was a polite knock at my door.
We both turned from where we were leaning against the kitchen counter to see a pink puffy jacket and tight blue jeans on the other side of the glass door.
“Great,” she said. “Like the devil summoned himself.”
I turned back toward Eddy.
“Why’d she hit you?” I asked.
“Well, besides being a complete bitch?”
“Yeah, besides that.” I chuckled.
“I’d just gotten finished telling her that I was going to the University of Wyoming on a full ride with Nettie.” She shrugged. “I guess she didn’t like that, because her grades weren’t good enough to get herself out of here.”
I looked toward the door when the knocking went from polite to persistent.
“Can she see us?” Eddy wondered.
I shook my head. “It’s privacy glass.”
“Oh.” She grinned manically. “Can I convince you to take that shirt off and come out of the bedroom in about thirty seconds?”
“Are you going to answer the door?” I asked.
“Yep.” She kicked off her pants and tossed them carelessly to the floor, leaving herself in only my sweatshirt and nothing else.
I eyed her beautiful legs, my gaze stopping on the scar on her left knee.